Michael picks up the phone, and reads the collar ID of the caller who's causing it to ring. "Shit, it's your sister," Michael says. "She's one of the only people who doesn't know about this." "Quick, distract her, while I button my shirt back up," You explain, and Michael answers the call for you, while you button your uniform shirt back up.
"Hello," Michael says. "Michael, what are you doing on the other end?" Charlie asks. "(Your Name) is a little busy at the moment, so I'm calling for him," Michael answers. "Well, where is (Your Name)?" Charlie asks. "He's at my place," Michael answers. "He was wanting to spend the night, but seeing how you called, I don't think your Mom will allow it." "Hang on, I'll ask," Charlie says. "Mom, (Your Name) is wanting to spend the night at Michael's. Is it okay?" "As long as he has clean clothes with him," your mom explains.
"She says it's okay," Charlie says. "So, can I talk with my brother?" "Actually he's on the toilet right now, so now is probably not a good time," Michael lies. "Maybe you both can talk tomorrow if things get better, okay bye." Michael hangs up on your sister, after lying to her. "Thanks, I guess," You comment. "Hey, it's the only thing I could say to her, without mentioning the magic jockstrap turning you into a girl," Michael explains. "Speaking of, why don't you take them off? It might stop the transformation if you do." "I tried that, but they won't come off," You say. "I even tried getting them wet after taking another shower in the girls locker room."
"We won't know unless we try," Bash comments, and grabs your pants, while pulling them down. You scream by the time you get your pants pulled down. "STOP UNDRESSING ME, YOU PERVERT," You shout, but suddenly see that Michael, and Bash were gazing at your bulge. "Your jockstrap is causing things to process faster, because your bulge is very tiny," Bash explains. "Great, first I get transformed into a girl, then I spend the day with a cheerleader sorceress, and now my own best friend, and his brother saw my privates," You say. "This is the worst day ever." "Come on, let's get you out of here, and somewhere more safe," Michael says, helping you pull up your pants. "I'll ask my mom if you can spend the night, after I'm done."